Satisfying

Breathing in the scent of him, I notice that Colin smells better than expected. His warm, aromatic musk, is accompanied by a soft scent of coconut and vanilla. It makes me wonder if, as a milk producer, his job requires him to be ... scented?

I like the way the scents intermingle in my nose, as I take him to the hilt. His cock tastes nice on my tongue, having that same hint of vanilla. Unnatural, but incredibly pleasant, as I work on his shaft. As I do, he settles his hands on the table.

“So, where are you all from?” Colin asks, above me, as I move my mouth along him, silently servicing him and earning my food, at the same time. His smoothness for ignoring me completely tells me he must have been doing this for a little while.

“Pacific Discovery Residences,” Amy answers, “we're a few streets apart, more-or-less grew up together. How about you?” I listen intently, having little else to occupy my ears. I grind my tongue on his underside as I slide my mouth down his rod.

“Grew up in San Diego, moved here three years ago,” he replies, “For Mom, mostly. Found out about this place a year ago. Been here ever since, hosting, sometimes feeding.” He hums suggestively, indicating what he's literally doing right now.

He remains mostly still, his hips only swaying a little as he bounces faintly on his metatarsals. I look up at his stomach, but I can't see higher, so I remain focused on the cock in my mouth. His cock is really quite beautiful, and he tastes wonderful.

I admire, and am honestly a bit impressed by, his restraint. The sway is only mild, almost responsive to my own motions, but he isn't fucking my mouth. I wouldn't be shocked if he wanted to grab my head and skull-fuck me, right this moment.

Instead, he simply sways receptively, allowing me to service him. For a few minutes, I suck hard, grinding my tongue into his frenulum at the top of every rise, before diving back down. I swallow, repeatedly, as soon as his helm enters my throat.

None of it earns me a lick of acknowledgement from him, not one iota of notice or recognition. I remain laser-focused on him, as I feel his heartbeat hastening. Quickening pulse tells me I'm doing well, before his meat flexes with the first pulse.

“Your milk, slave,” Colin announces, a little under two minutes later. I feel Juno shift, planting her shoe on the back of my head and shoving me down on it. My arms slip around him and hold on, as my little sister uses one foot to force me steady.

I swallow around his cock, feeling his cream pulse into my throat. His hips buck involuntarily, and he gasps softly above me as his balls enter my mouth. I suck softly, swallowing and milking his cock, as he groans. “Fuck your faggot is deep.”

I hear the creak of a shift in the seat, then Amy chuckling, before another creak. “Our host has his nuts in the fag's mouth. Heh. Yea, he's increasingly accustomed to being holstered. He's a swimmer, so he's able to hold his breath, for a little bit.”

“Good to know,” he answers, albeit his voice comes out in a low, involuntary moan, “I will inform Rikuto when he arrives.” When the pulsation ends, Colin's fingers tighten on the edge of the table. He jerks his hips back, pulling himself free of me.

I lick him clean once he's out, blow gently, until he is dry. When I lift my hands, he holds up one of his, then digs into one of his pockets and holds up a small packet. “Apply this to my shaft, before you put it away, slave, if you would be so kind.”

I quickly take the packet and tear it open. The scent of coconut and vanilla hits my nose immediately, and I gently squeeze the contents out onto his cock. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him a few times, spreading the edible oil onto him.

“No wonder you tasted so nice,” I say, and our host grins down at me.

“I'll tell the manager you like it,” he replies, without touching me, simply watching me stroke him until the oil is rubbed in. Once my hand is dry, I quickly tuck him back in, then zip him up and button him, so he can get to wherever he has to.

“Rikuto!” he says, turning his attention as our server arrives, a handsome about our age, as well, with short, spiky, thick black hair, and brown eyes. He looks down at me, then at the table, then to Colin, waiting for a moment to listen to him.

“Our guests should be almost ready to order. Their cock slave can take it to maximum depth, nuts included,” Colin says, a suggestive puff of his cheeks demonstrated. Rikuto covers his mouth, chuckling in amusement, still loud enough to hear.

“Thanks for letting me know I don't have to go easy on him,” Rikuto replies, as Colin turns and walks away without any further statement. Rikuto turns and steps up to the table, holding one hand down and snapping his fingers gently to me.

A quick point to his hips, and then he's focused above. I quickly lean forward, unbuttoning and unzipping him, letting his cock out. This would be easier if servers who provided milk had uniforms that simply naturally had it out, but, whatever.

“Are you three ready to place an order? Our house special,” Rikuto begins, even as his thick cock slaps against the side of my face, “is the Caliente Supreme. Pepperoni, sausage, black olives, mushrooms, green onions, bell and jalepeño peppers.”

“It is made with a hot sauce, to provide added heat to the experience,” Rikuto continues, his tone remarkably serene even as my lips wrap around his cock, and I start to slide my mouth down on him. “It comes with three choices for a beverage.”

“You can have iced, creamed coffee, tea with milk, or chocolate milk,” Rikuto notes, as my lips reach his hilt and I start to bob slow and steady on him. “So, are you ready to order, or would you like a few minutes further to consider the options?”

“Give us a couple minutes to think about it,” Juno says, “I was going to say something else, but the Caliente Pizza sounds ... quite fantastic.” I can hear Enzo humming an agreement, and then Amy humming thoughtfully to consider the possibility.

“Also, which one of you is the owner of the slave?” Rikuto asks, and I suppose Amy must have risen her hand, “Right. Do you want to make any special request orders for your slave? My manager has instructed me to ask how we can improve.”